The end of the story

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At the end of the story 1 Finally, it's me, walking quietly on a strange street, silent in the silence of the night. How can a story with no beginning, no development and no climax have an ending? Perhaps, the process of the story is my own game, without the intervention of others.

But that bright memory is so clear, the eyes that stayed for me, the people who followed me, the people who were crazy about me, and you who stood silently behind me. At that time, after the proud heart was ravaged, it drifted with the wind like a helpless dandelion, and was silent in its position with a defeated heart. I know that in the two years of high school, I lost a lot for a hazy game. The English teacher came into the classroom without warning, and the bright voice read and listened to the names, including me! Wang Mengya said coldly, deskmate, you are so talented. Yes, the only girl in the class who wants to make up her listening comprehension is me. I can't help crying: it hurts! And you blurt it out, just leave her alone this time. Your eyes have been taking care of my broken heart since I came back from the lecture hall. It was you who enjoyed all the glory in the lecture hall. Every time I quarrel with other boys, you always shush at the first time. You mobilized the boys in the class to "insulate" me. But when I read you, why did another girl sit next to you on the last night of the carnival? Standing at the entrance of ktv, I clearly saw you sitting in a chair, with your legs greatly apart and your hands on the girl's shoulders, like an old man. In the dim light, this scene is so clearly presented in front of us. Suddenly I don't want to go in. Suddenly it was painful. Where are you? Your eyes have been facing me for a long time. You are uneasy because of me. You stand behind me silently. I know cheating doesn't matter, because from the beginning, you didn't promise anything.

It just hurts more than I thought. You really didn't look back. I ordered my tears not to get out of hand. Memories don't go with you. It's all accumulated in my heart, and I have a responsibility to cherish it. Thank you for making me happy. Thank you for not thinking too much. It turns out that you can change a lot overnight. It turns out that after the college entrance examination, everything is just once. I wasn't the one who was taken care of. I have thought about the ending of the story countless times, but I never thought it would be so bleak.

Story Composition 2 The end of year after year, year after year, do you still remember those young days that you can't go back? Oh! Maybe I am too extravagant. Those glorious years will eventually return to dust and drift away with the wind. From then on, the moon was white and the wind was clear.

One year, 365 days, so short; One year, 31536,000 seconds, that long. People you never knew can become familiar, and people you once knew can become strangers. After all, a year is so long that I almost forgot that I was an unintentional person. Thank you for accompanying me through this long journey. When the road comes to an end, let's pretend we haven't seen each other, shall we?

There are so many things that can happen in a year that no one can predict. This is the end of the story-endless ellipsis. The author of "Three Differences" drew a question mark for this story that once began in autumn this fall. The silent ending ended quietly, just like at the beginning, quietly.

Suddenly thought of a friend named Jing's words: It is better to live mercilessly than to have painful memories. It makes sense to think about it. Heartless people will have no troubles! The scars that have been produced must be difficult to heal. The tolerance of others is not a chip that you can push your luck, but I am too naive!

I don't know how to measure the value of this story, maybe it is priceless, maybe it is priceless. In the story, I don't know who became a passer-by, but I suddenly remembered those years in Shui Mu-how many people came and returned in your life? I don't know if I'm the one who goes back and forth in your life.

I am a failed author, and the story I wrote won't win flowers and applause, nor will I win the tears of sympathy from others, because the protagonist of the story is too naive, the story is too short, too light and too ordinary, and it can't produce a gorgeous movement and a beautiful ending.

I am always too weak to save the day, so I can only omit the story.

Somehow I thought of what my second brother said. You are not qualified to judge anyone because you have not experienced his life.

At the end of the story composition 3, there are scenes of marriage and even extramarital affairs in the stories of our primary school students, which makes adults who are examiners stunned.

Primary school life should be rich. Whether it is a colorful campus or a warm and comfortable family, there are stories to write about family friendship. Why do most of these compositions have nothing to do with the lives of primary school students, and all primary school students have become romantic novelists?

Our society teaches children to talk about love, but our education may forget to teach children to express their true feelings in plain language and blindly teach them to be unconventional and surprise. As a result, primary school students live an unreliable adult life.

The boy wrote a love letter to the girl he loved. And then fight together to be sweet. The first dialogue, there is no dialogue between them, because the first dialogue is a period and the zero dialogue is an ellipsis. I talk nonstop and get excited when I see primary school students. We were shocked when we saw them.

When we were young, we couldn't describe love scenes and love stories with such mature and sweet words. 12, 13 years old, just praise your parents, or describe your ideals innocently. Now, when I see the composition of a primary school student who loves me so much, should I sigh that life is terrible, or should I be disappointed that I fell in love late?

Children see the world, I write the heart. Is the composition of primary school students really about real life? At least these sentences describing love and marriage can't be made up out of thin air. It must be mapped that frequent contact in daily life will be taken out in the composition competition to save the emergency. The TV screen is full of love, violent games on the Internet, and even advertisements for mistresses on the street are open to minors. What they saw and heard finally naturally poured into the pen in the composition contest and wrote words that surprised adults.

She is beautiful, gentle, virtuous and has a normal heart. In short, she concentrates all the advantages of women and all the most gorgeous adjectives used to describe women. I'm not exaggerating, I'm not bluffing, but I'm not too modest. Fortunately, this girl is my favorite girl, and I only recently discovered that I am also her favorite person.

She is my classmate. I know her because she doesn't like being lively and talking like me. Every time we are together, we look at the stars and the moon like two idiots, and then I say, "The moonlight is really beautiful tonight!" " She would say, "Yes! It's beautiful! " I like to secretly look at her face, not because of my skin color, but because her face is full of her innocence, her cuteness and her intentions. To tell the truth, the boys who are familiar with her compare her to the class flower of our class and underestimate her. I said she should be the beauty queen, because she is not only beautiful, but also has the most passionate and selfless heart. You know, the beauty queen won't deal with dinosaurs like me. She knows me very well, which is the best proof.

I began to like her when I came to Yibin in Class Two, Grade Two, to make friends. She was the president of the photography association at that time, and of course she wanted to take pictures of our class. As a native of Yibin, the framing of Yibin scenery should be very convincing. Naturally, she and I became partners of that friend. I took everyone to Cuiping Mountain, Jiangbei Park and many other places where no one could find them, and then she took photos for everyone. Hehe, of course, I won the first prize in the photo contest because I took many excellent works. It was at that time that I discovered her cuteness and inner beauty and got to know her.

When I came back by train, it was very crowded because it was a local train in the afternoon, and it was even more crowded because we came to Yibin from four classes in school. There is no place to find the station. I was pushed down in the crowd and I was very angry. But it was because of their push that I was able to squeeze in with her. Hehe, needless to say, my body was only a few millimeters away from her at that time. I can clearly hear her breathing, and I have a chance to "steal oil", but when I see her big eyes, so naive smile, so sincere feelings, I really want to slap myself, which sweeps away all my distractions.

Finally, I arrived at a small station. Fortunately, there are two people who want to get off. I grabbed those two seats at a speed of 100 meters, sitting with her, of course. I don't need to tell you what happened afterwards, because everyone has experienced it, eating more salt than me-I fell in love with her ~ We didn't have passion dating or did anything deviant, even if we were holding hands, our hearts would beat. Maybe she and I are the kind of people who are not good at expressing themselves. We all like to keep our worries to ourselves, but I really love her and she knows that I love her. But perhaps because of this, our feelings have always been sincere and warm, and will not change. Many people say that she is a flower inserted in cow dung. Ha ha, I think so, too, but every time she hears it, she smiles and says, "This is my own business. You don't know him. He is actually quite good! " Really, every move is true. Yes, many people don't know me because they killed me before they knew me. Their so-called love at first sight is all about appearance, and my appearance will never leave a good impression on people. So, not all women don't understand me! But what I do cannot be understood by women! A woman who doesn't understand me can't accommodate me! If a woman understands me! Then that woman may be more difficult to understand than me! Ha ha! And she is the woman who can really understand me!

Unfortunately, this most important and sincere feeling for me, like most love stories, did not continue because we were too far away. She is in Chongqing and I am in Yibin. She is the only child in their family. She can't leave her family to come to Yibin, and I don't have enough money to invite her to Yibin. I won't marry her until I can give her enough happiness. The standard that I give her happiness is that I must have a lot of money. Although she is not a person who likes money, I don't think a good girl like her can bear hardships with me. So, after graduation, I didn't give her any promises, only vaguely remember her tears for 42 minutes at the graduation party. Of course, that man's face kept me from crying in front of her. I fought hard and finally separated from her.

Without her, I really understand what it means to look through the autumn water and not see Iraqis, and I really understand the meaning of a series of words such as loneliness, helplessness and loneliness. I have taught her to surf the Internet, but she is slow in typing. Spell every word slowly. However, every time I go online, I can get news of her, all about the pain and greetings of missing. I know it takes her at least two hours to type these words, and every time I am moved and don't know what to do, I will deepen my love and yearning for her. However, everything can only be expressed in a few words. We finally got together ~ this is a love story that will never have an ending. It should be the greatest combination and the most sincere love story, because it is not worse than butterfly lovers's love story at all, but it has become the most beautiful and regrettable story. This is just a story with no ending.

The so-called inner happiness means that a person lives a healthy, normal and harmonious life, and all the happiness in life is creative happiness: love, genius and action-all of which are shot out by the fire of creation. -romain rolland

It is normal to do anything, no matter how difficult it is, even if it fails. The key is whether you have the courage to face it bravely. Many times, we don't lack methods, what we lack is the determination and courage to go forward bravely. Don't be timid from the beginning and don't look back and forth when things are going on. Only in this way can everything be possible.

If people want to, why don't they live a leisurely life, practice their skills and be quiet and self-sufficient. If you know the ending of this story very well, you can either tell it or pretend you don't know it. Don't stop talking. Sometimes it is much more painful to choose silence than confession for the harm left to others.

To compete, to appear together, to live up to expectations and expectations; Whistle, run busy, win glory for the country and the home; It's over, I won, and I shed tears with excitement; Work hard and win the championship forever! Success is a long-term accumulation process. Being famous overnight and getting rich instantly may exist in reality, but the probability is very small. If you want to truly touch success, you must seize the opportunity at any time, starting from small things and starting from bit by bit. Fate is the accumulation of daily life, and small things decide big things.

Someone once said that when you stop to think about whether you love someone, it means that you no longer love him. The real thing is not that we can't finish talking together, but that we don't feel embarrassed without saying a word. Meeting you is fate, missing you is feeling, falling in love with you is happiness, and catching up with you is happiness; I hope you. Tired, don't try to be brave, have a rest; Bored, not bored, have fun; If you are sleepy, don't go to bed early; Be happy, don't take it all, share it; Miss me, stop talking, contact. Life is short, be kind to yourself!

If you have any beliefs, what attitude will you choose; What attitude, there will be what behavior; What actions will produce what results. If you want to get good results, you must choose good beliefs.

End of story composition 6 I really want to ask the breeze around you. This is the first few years I have known you. Soon, unconsciously, the third year passed.

I always remember the first time I saw you, quiet, mysterious, gentle, but somewhat arrogant. At that time, I was just a little girl I don't know what love is, but I just like you. My transformation grows with my love for you. Memories turn yellow with time. Everyone says, why do you like a fictional character? Don't you want to find a boy you like in reality? My answer is always only one "no". As long as I have you, it's actually enough. I don't need the love of other boys. ...

As long as I live in this world and breathe the same air as you, it is enough for me. Love is like the wind in my heart, but I will protect you until I am at a loss. I want to see you smile without sadness. Although there will be loneliness, it is better than sadness. ...

This is how fate plays with us. We are destined to be sad children, and we will never get rid of them. As you said, "it's too small", we have to bow before fate. Time always slips away in a lazy and casual way, making people leave without thinking, without a sound. When people understand, they find that things have changed. Counting your own sadness bit by bit, only to find that everything in memory is blank except memory. There is no disappointment in the future, no evaluation of the present, just quiet memories and memories of the past. ...

People, there is always a time to go, or take the Naihe Bridge, or take the Yin and Yang Road, okay? Which one did you take when you died? I think, when I leave, I will go the same way as you, and maybe I will meet you again in my next life. I can always look at your smile, listen to your gentle breath and listen to your favorite songs with you. Hope-will not become despair!

I have never doubted that you are the only one for me forever, but suddenly I seem to have lost you and I can't breathe in pain. I miss the smile when I love you, and even my shadow wants to find you. In fact, my world is not crowded, but without you, waiting sometimes brings surprises, and having you is a happy ending.

On your back, opposite me, there will be a sad ending. The final ending of the story is ...